Dean: where the hell have you been?
Crowley: Haha very funny Squirrel, as the king of hell I am a very busy man, I have more important things to worry about then fret about you two. But it seems I'm always cleaning up your messes so keep you panties out a knot I am here now.
Dean: How do we get this off of me? It wants me to kill for fun, and I don't kill for fun I kill for business...
Sam: Metatron was no help anyway, he told me to ask Rowena!
Crowley: First of all nobody should be asking him anything, secondly leave my mother out of this it's our fight not hers.
Cas mumbles under his breath: "mommas boy"
Sam: we need to get some rest, we have along day ahead of us tomorrow.
The gang all goes to bed except Dean who is restless and can't seem to sleep, the mark of Cain keeps him up at night blood thirsty but dean resists.
Dean muttering to himself: why does this thing want me to kill for fun? I don't do fun I only do business. Man I wish Dad and Bobby were here they would know what to do.
The next morning the gang regroups and they all brainstorm ideas, Dean thinks about his suggestion and he's unsure about how the gang is going to respond but with a heavy heart he makes it anyway.
Dean: I think we should try to contact Bobby, to see if he would know or have any suggestions on what to do.
Sam: How are we going to that? It was hard when Castiel and I tried we didn't get much out of Bobby.
Cas: Sams right we didn't get much from Bobby, but maybe if you two go he might have more time.
Sam: Alright so Dean and I will see what we can get from Bobby, Cas you and Charlie see what research you can find.
Charlie: good luck
Sam and Dean leave the bunker unsure of what to expect from Bobby and they hope he will know what to do, he's the best option they have for now